The Hegemon's Kiss Addiction

The doctors are still rescuing. Everyone has sweat on their faces and their fingers are shaking. After all, we all know the identity of this person in bed. If there is a

incident in their hospital, I am afraid the hospital will be bombed by the Fu family.

The rescue lasted for two hours. When regular wavy lines appeared on the next machine screen, everyone was relieved and took the paper towel to wipe the sweat on their forehead.

Song and September from the beginning to the end of the next Leng, she did not know what to do, it seems that the tears have also run dry, and finally embrace themselves, sobbing in a low voice.

Terrible, this for her, too terrible, like the soul was hard stripped, that kind of pain, she never want to feel again in this life.

She curled up and slept in the bed next to her. In the middle of the night, she always felt that someone was covering her, but she was too tired to open her eyes, so she could only say "thank you" vaguely.

Her forehead is a little cold, it seems that something gentle is imprinted on it, and then there is the lip, which also sends a touch, and then it is gently bitten.

Who

Who is kissing her

Song's mind is full of doubts, but in her opinion, it is no different from a dream, so she did not wake up and responded to each other in the dream.

The next day, she opened her eyes and touched her lips, as if there was still a touch of warm temperature.

She turned her head and looked at the ward next door. Fu Tsai was still sleeping. The sunlight from the window slipped in through the crack and rested beside his pillow.

Is that him?

Song September's heart beat very fast, almost instantly came out of bed. She held Fu Tsai's hand, cried and laughed, and finally fell down on the other side's chest and began to cry.

It must be this man! He woke up halfway, didn't he

"Don't cry..."

Light of two people into the ear, song September's body instantly frozen in place, she even tears are not dare to wipe, lenglengleng will move up the line of sight.

Fu Tsai's eyes are red blood, full of fatigue, but at this time, the other side's eyes are clear, like a pool of water.

All the words of song and September were stuck in her throat and couldn't spit out at all. Her heart was sour and astringent, just like soaking in lemonade.

"As soon as you cry, I feel very sad. In September of Song Dynasty, I heard you cry in my dream, so desperate..."

Fu Tsai's voice is still continuing, his eyes squint faintly, as if talking too hard, can only stop again.

Song September is still in a great shock, after the shock, tears began to flow down slowly.

"Fu Tsai..."

"You're OK, it's really great I... "

Fu Tsai reached out to wipe her tears. There was a pipe in his hand, and his veins burst out. He looked really thin and weak.

"Eat well and sleep well. When I wake up, don't cry. Don't cry, or I'll be angry. If I'm angry, I won't wake up..."

What do you mean?

What woke up, didn't you wake up already?

Song Jiujiu's heart suddenly spread a huge panic. It was a dream. She wanted Fu Tsai to wake up, so she had such a dream. She pulled her mouth and stopped talking.

When she woke up, she took a special look at the ceiling. It was indeed a dream. Fu Tsai woke up in the dream, wiped her tears, and comforted her. Thinking of this, her eyes turned red and her tears flowed down slowly from the corners of her eyes.

"What are you crying for?"

Next to the sound, song September instantly felt a bolt from the blue, she was afraid, afraid, this is also a dream, chest violent ups and downs, as if to faint.

She turned her head and saw Fu Tsai standing by the window. Thousands of sunshine poured down from behind him, plating him with a layer of gold. At this time, he was like a God from the sky.

She did not dare to speak, for fear that it was another dream. She could only reach out and pinch herself. It was very painful. The pain was like a small needle, which instantly penetrated into her heart.

"Fu Tsai..."

Her mouth stammered out these two words, just want to say something, the man has already come over, he was mercilessly in his arms.

Song September's mind is still in the state of crash, but her neck came a piece of cold, tears, Fu Tsai cried

"You woman, do you know how much I worry about you, about our children, and see how thin you are..."

Fu Tsai's voice was soft, and he put his hand on her back and patted her. When he woke up last night, he could hardly believe his eyes. How could this woman become so thin? His heart seemed to have been pricked and it hurt to death.

"I'm sorry, I..."

Song September looks up, she wants to explain, but at this time, all explanations are pale.

Fu Tsai held her, did not move, his strength has been spent, can only turn back to his bed, afraid that later, he will be fruitless planted on the ground."Song, come here in September."

He patted his side, with a gentle smile in his eyes, and deliberately opened a corner of the quilt.

Song Jiujiu's face was stunned, and finally got up and went to his bed.

Fu Tsai lay down naturally, holding out a hand around her waist, with a trace of satisfaction in her tone.

"We can't cry casually in the future. We are all mothers. We have to control our emotions. Otherwise, our children will be crying ghosts in the future."

Song September's mouth hook, contented "um" a, this just nest into his arms, sleep in the past.

When Xiao Qinge came, he saw such a scene. He put the porridge and vegetables on the cabinet and sat next to him. When he looked at these two people, he saw a little bit of childishness.

Fu Zai should wake up.

He sat for a while and told aunt Qiu to come over and heat the porridge back. About noon, the two men woke up.

Fu Tsai's hand can not make strength, can only be fed by song September, eyes have been gently staring at each other.

Xiao Qinge felt that he couldn't see it anymore. He knew that the two men were in love, but this love had hurt his single dog. After learning from the doctor that Fu was ok, he left the hospital.

"Eat more."

Song Jiujiu looks at the remaining half of the bowl of porridge and frowns. How can this person eat so little.

Fu Tsai felt funny and reached out to touch his abdomen, where he should have had a knife. If he ate too much, he could eat more when the wound was removed.

"Save it and eat it when I'm ready. Don't starve our children."

Song September's mouth smoked. Just now she was escorted by this man and ate four bowls of porridge. Those dishes were also destroyed by her. How could she starve the children.